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is it me or what?

D. James — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 20:03:00 +0000

I wake
and the world
has not changed
since last I looked

The world wakes
looks at me and says
What are you still doing there
waiting for the world to change?

(D. James)

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What I remember

sdoubinsky — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 16:55:50 +0000

What I remember
are images
The words are gone
and live a life of their own
They never call me nor write
but the images
are still with me
and sometimes
I do wish
they would pay rent

EL SEBBO

Mirror, mirror

sdoubinsky — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 15:54:11 +0000

Eros is sore

EL SEBBO

Delicate

sdoubinsky — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 06:51:37 +0000

Delicate
isn’t my name
and yet I am moved
by the imbecile
gently led by his father
down the street
while screaming songs
at the top of his head
I am moved
by a white cloud
standing still
over the city
like a gentle threat
I am moved
by your breath
gently lifting the sheets
deep in the night
when I can’t sleep
Yes delicate things
move me deeply
and confirm
the rage hidden
at the core of my words
The rage of impotence,
hope and rebellion
- but not despair
Despair, you see,
is too delicate
for me

EL SEBBO

There’s no place like home

sdoubinsky — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:59:29 +0000

but we sure wish there was

EL SEBBO

cereal killer

D. James — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 06:28:53 +0000

I shot
the box
of Rice Krispies

stabbed the
Fruit Loops

and strangled
with bare hands
the Raisin Bran

Now
there’s nothing left
for tomorrow’s breakfast

(D. James)